The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-01-02

fisherman's granddaughter, though she
were pretty as Hebe2 You shall see her
picture some day, and judge for your
self. 0t
"Then you keep it YETI All! fear
the original struck deeper than you care
to own"
II keep the first rough sketch only
the finished portrait adds a fine figure
to my bank account. In spiration re-
duced to dollars and cents.'
ooh! You bartered sentiment, then !"
"Do you call passing fancy sacred
sentiment, Miss Delgardo2 ?"
''Oh then you didn't make real seri-
Gus love to Miss MilkmaidP"
''Well, like all very young people,
thought it was serious enough at the
time. thought should neyerrecover
you know, and all that nonsense"
WAS she a mercenary little wretch 2"
mot in the least. l went down TO her
place, to tell you the truth, few years
after, just to see If | had grown wiser /;
but the bird had flown. The old grand
mother, who used to nod over the
mending of the nets, had gone to sleep
in the rustic church yard, with white
could tell me anything of Dolly"
in the first placer" said Miss Delgardo.
"She was fisherman's grand-daugh-
teri
"Oh, sure enoughP"
As they passed into the dancing hall,
couple brushed them by in the circle
| of the waltz, and Faraday saw Miss Del
gardo flush with sudden pleasure.
"Marius Hardy, upon my word !''said
| Faraday
Yes" said Miss DeIgardo. The ar
rived just after tea, while you were a
! billiards"
do you know him?"
II should think SO Didn't we meet a
amouni-oh, the vale Ct Chamouni-
j didn't we do the Mer de Glace anC
t Flegere together2 Didn't we take ,
d, yence TO Geneva, and didn't oul
diligence break down, and obrige US tt
walk two miles to the nearest inn. w,
couldn't have gotten along at all with
out Mr.. Hardy-Aunt Agnes and / b,
was invaluable" rrf
You speak with JUNCTION. 1 wish t,
Heaven that had been in his shoes, t;
do you good turn and earn such graft
tude. He's lucky dog"
us he2 every dog has his day, you
know"
Faraday made the most of those lonj
summer days, either among the spra.
or reading some poem, sitting at tn
feet of Miss Delgardo in the dim recesse
of the pine groves, listening to the sing
ing sea, and the wind playing deGciou
srias among the spicy boughs, the onl
drawback being the almost invariabl
presence of Mr.. Hardy.
Cant he see that he is de trop /?
cried Faraday, on one occasion, when b
had secured Miss Delgaado's individut
attention for half an hour, Hardy hay
ing been called away to make up gam
of croquet. BLESSED be the man VIII
invented croquet," sighed Mr.. Faraday
picking up the book that lay discarde
among the pine needles; for how can
man read love sonnets to mis- sweetheal
in the presence of q rival? He opene
Fool! join not madness to mistake;
Thou knowest she loved thee not whit;
Only that she thy heart might breakl
She wanted it.
as that so, Miss DoloresP Do 70
want my heart only to break it?''
ITO the contrary, don't want it 1
J all. Don't be sentimental, or l sha
insist upon Mr.. Hardy's return"
well, be good fairy, or fair Witci
and grant me three wishes.'
Certainly, if you desire them. Here
hazel wand to fetch them. Cross m
palm" pes
Il wish that my wife should be well
born. That she shall be of gent
birth"
Not milkmaid, or fisherman
daughter? Good. Granted"
She shall be of your color, with
dimple in her chin" 9f
'She shall; there are plenty such +,
waving her wand toward the group G
croquet players.
"And her name shall be Dolores"
Dolores? That's but a dolorou
name; they used to call me Dolly whe,
1 was younger. Her name shall b
Dolores, an 1t please you"
Her name shall be Dolores Del
gardo," he pursued.
"Ah promised to grant only tire
wishes
But you will promise this, swee
Dolores; you will be my wife," b
pleaded. il .at aat 5-'
Don't ask me, Mr.. Faraday; it i
impossible. l don't fulfill your require
ments in a wife," 5sra.- ~
You! You are all my fancy paint:
! LOU IIlc VI lily me. H
are beautiful, accomplished, high born.
81? lam fisherman granddaugh
ter, Mr.. Faraday."
"You!" fse-..
my mother married a Spanisl
sailor, Delgardo. and del early
Ny father was lost at sea; b
was the wild son of a wealthy and well
descended house, to be sure. My grand
mother took me. a baby, and cared TO
me while they mended the nets. The,
called me Dolly; 1 was always eslIe
Dolly Oliver while grandma lived
because the fisher-people found Del
gardo stumbling block and an offense
When Grandma Oliver had to leaV
me, my fathers sister Agnes found m
out. took me away from the ishin;
village, sent me to converts and VIVA
not, till my style might perhaps deceiv
the very elect, and no one. would recog
nize Dolly Oliver in the accomplish
and high-born Dolores Delgardo. No
thank you, Mr.. Farsday, | cannot b
your wife, for l promised last eVenin
to marry Mr.. Hardy, and here he come
; now with my wrap. There's a sea-turr
is there not; 1t really'is going chilly
| Ifyou have finished the game, Mariu:
l should like to go iD."
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